poetry

Atone.

blue and cream abstract painting

Sitting on a bed
squinting at the sun
I peel skin from my lips
slick with guilt and spit.

A self inflicted
crushed velvet wound
drizzles down and stains
my lap with an ellipsis.

It’s hard to show up
stuttering apologies
and muttering mea culpas
past bitten fingertips.

But it’s time to rise
and spit blood in the sink,
it’s time to eat the pain
and swallow my bullshit.

© Nancy Botta, 2019

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14 thoughts on “Atone.

  1. Hi Nancy We have to show our true grit to survive! Thank you for calling by and liking “Closed!” Also for wanting to follow my poetry adventures. Great to meet you. Writing is my passion that keeps me alive and sane! Like all things Paranormal! UFO’s! Conspiracy theories and the truth within! Observing this crazy violent virtual reality society!#TheFoureyedPoet.

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